Where the Sky Begins

by Rhys Bowen

Above her she had a glimpse of the night sky, and she was looking at a star. She took it as an omen, a sign from heaven that everything was going to be all right.

“Although I shall feel like a gooseberry.” “What? Why should you feel like a fruit?” Josie laughed. “That’s another silly English expression. If we feel like the odd person out, we say we feel like a gooseberry.